The western plains stretched out behind them, the remnants of Corvin's camp smoldering in the distance. Damien, Amara, and Carys rode in silence, their thoughts heavy with the weight of their recent victory. Though they had dismantled one of Elyas's remaining factions, they knew this was only the beginning of the fight to stabilize the kingdom.
The road ahead cut through a dense forest, the trees casting long shadows across the dirt path. The quiet hum of nature surrounded them, but Damien's steel-gray eyes remained watchful.
"We can't keep doing this forever," Carys said, breaking the silence. She pulled her cloak tighter against the chill in the air. "Hunting down every splinter group, putting out fires one by one—it's exhausting."
"Got a better idea?" Amara asked, her sharp blue eyes glinting with curiosity.